Our next door neighbours have a little boy of 3 called Marlowe.
The other day I saw him with his dad in the street and he showed me his plastic toy smartphone. I held it to my ear and said ‘Hello, is that Marlowe?’
He shook his head.
‘Say it’s Ben calling,’ he corrected me in a stage whisper, ‘and ask me if I want to speak to him. Then I’ll tell you I’m too busy.’
I held the phone to my ear again.
‘Hello is that you Ben? Do you want to speak to Marlowe?’
I held out the phone to Marlowe.
‘Marlowe, it’s Ben for you.’
‘Tell him I’m too busy,’ Marlowe said.